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04 April 2005 - 16:14 I WAS IN TORONTO, dammit! GOD! Hello. Appartantly it's the season to be sick. Not in the mind (it's always the season for that *wibble*) After a weekend of up and down temperatures, coughing fits (you know - the really attractive ones that make you look as though you're going to pass out or produce a furball the size of Lithuania) and after ingesting enough Fisherman's Friends (any 'seamen' jokes will be frowned upon) to sink the Titanic, I was ready to hit Hogtown and deliver workshops that would stretch and mould the minds of my students... How very Miss Jean Brodie. So I settled myself in at the The Strathcona Hotel, my monastic cell of 4 days, I was ready... I'm not a fan of Toronto, as I may have mentioned frequently in this here blog. It's hard to come up with any tangeable reaons... my restart in Canada was there and it wasn't the best of times for me. I was living with my now-ex, and also lived for a while in the house where my cousin split up with his wife, while I was there. So perhaps the city doesn't resound with the bells of nostalgic joy. But there's more. I just get lost in the whole bigcity-ness of it. And not in a good I-like-to-be-anonymous kind of way. There's a very faceless infamiliarity. Like your sweatpant wearing aunt who you see once every two Christmasses. The one who seems overly familiar, and you dread seeing... This is not to say that there aren't great people there either. It does give me a chance to catch up with some Montr�al deserters while I'm there... like the lovely Tali who left Montr�al for a shot in the big city... And my ex-brother-in-law who I'm sorry became an 'ex'... I always forget exactly how tiring faciliting workshops is. You can never let up your concentration. Not for a second. The ability to guide your team to a realisation or endgoal through their own experience and communication is quite the skill, and without blowing my own trumpet (easy tigers!) is something I enjoy, and am good at. But it's not easy. you have the folks who accept suggestion very well, and you have the resisters. Those who can feel themselves being 'directed' and who automatically resist as some kind of automated defence mechanism kicks in. A little like the one that stops you (when sober) from ordering hotel porn. Yeah. They are the tough ones. They are the ones to whom you have to formulate a question so rigid and inflexible that they cannot help but tow the line... something SO DASTARDLY THAT THEY ARE NOTHING BUT PUTTY IN YOUR HAND!!! *ahem* Mwoo-hargh. So it's nice to be back in "La Cit�." Doing what I do. And doing it well. 8 more sleeps to Cuba. Oooooh. And I went to Winners today (you should go) and I was looking at T shirts and summery stuff when I cam across an old retro 70's style ACDC "Thunderstruck" T-shirt. You know - with the 3/4 length sleeves? It's awesome!! My new favourite T-shirt!!
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